Liao Dong felt that Han Jiayu was like a little rabbit, always quietly beside him, poking and moving. He thought she would always be there, no matter how long it took, he would be able to see her when he looked back. Until one day, when he stood up for Jiayu, before he could take credit, he saw the boy who had been chasing her calling her to confess to him. Her voice came from the phone, "I have someone I like, and I have liked him for many years." What? Liao Dong was confused, who was that boy? Why didn't he know? Is he handsome? Are his grades good? No, why is he comparing himself to himself?
